It's only when he leans into the kiss and she realizes what a fucking relief that is that what she's just done really catches up to her. She'd taken a pretty big gamble, just kissing him like that, and if she'd taken herself by surprise, Molly can only imagine that the same must be true for him. Maybe if she had led up to this on purpose, it would feel like more of a sure thing, but she didn't invite him up here for anything like this. She never did a lot of thinking about it at all, though she thinks now that maybe she should have, or at least been a little more aware of where this could go. None of this has been a priority for her for a long time, though. If anything, she's shied away from it — not entirely, but substantially, compared to the way things were for her before last summer. She might have flirted a little with Lee, but she hadn't meant much by it, or at least hadn't thought she did. Now, with as much sense as it seems to make, she's not so sure.

There are still any number of questions filling her head, but as she's done in the past, Molly sets that aside for now. She can worry about what this means later. For the moment, it occurs to her that, with Lee kissing her, she feels better than she has in a long fucking time. What they talked about just before this doesn't hurt on that front, either, when she's still exhilarated from the prospect of their actually being able to get something done. But even that isn't much on her mind now, and while it might have had something to do with her impulsively kissing him, it's not the only reason, not why she continues doing so.

Careful not to spill her drink, she shifts closer, leaning into his touch, her free hand curling in the front of his shirt. If it turns out she did make a bad call and has fucked all of this up — and she really, really hopes she hasn't — then she at least intends to enjoy this while it lasts.